Absolutely Not... Just Maybe
You're absolutely not—just maybe. Just maybe. The two of them might have already known it all. From the moment they stepped into Bianca's room together. They might have sensed that it would inevitably end like this.
"Want something to drink before you go?"
But Bianca had invited Carlyle into her room. That, too, might have been an unconscious expression of her desire. 'I don't want to just let him leave.' They'd finally made up, after all. After days of cold war, things were okay now. She felt relieved, and maybe even a little happy about it.
'But I'm... a guy...' She still liked Emily, clearly. Those thoughts lingered inside Bianca. Her true essence had always been that of a hot-blooded boy who hated losing. Even when people called her cute or small, she'd steadily worked to act more manly.
But why? Their lips met. Once, twice. Their noses brushed, and she could see into his eyes. Carlyle Schultz's were a blazing gold. That heat ignited her, making her whole body flush hotter and hotter.
Why on earth? Bianca Shama couldn't figure it out. She was clearly a guy—or had been originally. Why did things always end up like this with Carlyle Schultz?
"Mm... ngh..."
And a third time. Their breaths mingled deeply, intimately. A strange, addictive symphony of sensations. Bianca, especially, got excited from kisses. The others felt weird enough, but having her breath stolen away made her mind go blissfully blank. She ended up clinging to him without thinking.
'...I like this.'
After a long while, when their lips finally parted, a thin string of saliva stretched between them.
"Haa—"
"Hoo—"
Their faces were flushed with arousal. They caught their breath for a moment, and then Carlyle Schultz spoke up.
"You okay, Bianca...?"
Bianca had no idea what he meant by that. Actually, she did know. She just didn't want to admit it, pretending otherwise as she turned her head away.
'Ah, come on...' Did he really have to ask? It was something she absolutely shouldn't like, but for some reason, she didn't hate it—and she found herself anticipating the next step.
"Eut..."
Her face was already burning like it was next to a furnace. Self-loathing and embarrassment surged through her. It felt like doing something she absolutely shouldn't. But she couldn't help being drawn in.
In the end, Bianca answered in a tiny, crawling voice.
"D-Do whatever you want..."
Stupid jerk. He was always doing whatever he pleased, so why act all delicate now? Bianca shot Carlyle Schultz a glare, her eyes full of resentment.
Carlyle suddenly burst out laughing at her response.
"Heh... ah."
'M-Mocking me?!' After asking himself. Bianca Shama's already flushed face turned beet red, like a ripe tomato. She suddenly wanted to punch everything and hide alone.
"...If you don't like it, then don't."
Carlyle didn't miss her mood.
"Ah, sorry."
He apologized first. Then, scratching his jaw, he confessed his honest feelings.
"...You're just too cute."
Cute enough to be pretty, pretty enough to be lovable. Even those wide, flustered eyes that froze for a split second at his words.
Carlyle Schultz wasn't inexperienced. And yet, in front of just one person—Bianca Shama—he felt like a total novice. It was troublesome, but not a bad feeling.
Carefully, Carlyle pulled Bianca—her soft, feminine body—into his arms.
"Sorry, Bianca. For being cold lately."
A sincere apology. Carlyle Schultz admitted he'd acted childish these past few days. But it was because he liked Bianca Shama so much. And because he liked her that much, he hadn't known what to do. He'd felt hurt, wanted to test if she felt the same. Acted like an idiot. He always turned into an idiot around this woman.
Bianca was a bit flustered by his honest apology.
"Uh, y-yeah..."
But her lips curved up. Was it from watching anime together? She just felt good.
'This guy's apologizing to me...?' And already multiple times. An inexplicable sense of superiority welled up, even more than when she'd given him that risotto earlier. She was clearly the top in this relationship, right?
But even as she secretly thrilled inside, Bianca's mouth said something else.
"Sorry... for that slip-up back then."
And though she couldn't say it, she thought: I'm relieved we're back to normal. And you don't seem to hate me that much either.
After their awkward, innocent apologies, the two picked up where they'd left off with their planned activity.
In truth, it had been quite a while since the two had crossed this line. Several weeks, already. It was the first time since they'd spent the night together at the Wizni Park hotel. And after the recent cold war, their longing for each other had only grown stronger. Of course, Bianca still hadn't realized that her feelings ran deeper and darker than she thought.
For the young man and woman, what mattered right now wasn't that.
"Hngh... mm."
Their lips brushed, breaths mingling. Sometimes her lips were gently sucked in.
"I-It tickles..."
His rough hands groped her body. In between, Carlyle busily worked his large hands to strip off Bianca's uniform. Her white, translucent skin came into view, and Carlyle Schultz paused.
"So pretty. Incredibly."
Even the faint blush on that skin was so erotic and beautiful. His reason was about to fly out the window.
"Eut, what..."
Bianca shrank back. Suddenly embarrassed by his words. Right—unlike the previous times, the underwear she wore now was very feminine, making her hyper-aware of it.
"Did you wear this for me?"
"Y-You're insane—?!"
Bianca yelled at Carlyle's question.
"Then who for?"
"Eugh...! Anyway, absolutely not for you."
Carlyle chuckled.
"But what now? I'm looking right at it."
With those words, her breasts were gripped in his hand, and Bianca let out a deep sigh without thinking.
"Ahng..."
"So soft. Fits perfectly in my hand."
He kneaded them, stole her lips again, and Bianca's mind went blank.
'Th-This...' It's weird. Too weird. Actually, from way earlier. Bianca had already heated up from the kisses. So it wasn't strange that her whole body was hypersensitive now.
"So pretty."
"Please stop saying that...!"
Bianca's head was spinning from his words. Self-loathing surged because she was originally a guy, strange feelings mixed in. But her heart pounded wildly, she wanted to hide her face—it felt like she was really becoming a girl.
Carlyle tilted his head at her reaction. Normally, no woman hated being called pretty. But her expression—
'She likes it, right?'
The thought made laughter bubble up. He could even feel her heart pounding. Since her breasts were in his large hands.
Bianca lay on the sofa, Carlyle covering her. He found her so cute, avoiding his gaze with her flushed, disheveled face. He wanted to cherish her more—and yes, there was a part of him that wanted to tease her even harder.
But teasing could wait. For now, Carlyle continued his delicate, gentle caresses. Of course, it wasn't easy for him either. His lower half was already rock-hard and aching. But Bianca Shama was the woman he truly loved, so he wanted to give his all.
The dip of her collarbone, the soft spot behind her ear, even her smooth, hairless underarm. He licked them all, and as expected, she flinched in embarrassment.
"Wh-What are you...!"
"Stay still, Bianca."
But Carlyle Schultz switched attitudes again. Seemingly gentle, but with a hint of forcefulness.
"Uh, eut...?!"
For some reason, Bianca couldn't resist anymore. She couldn't even react.
'His hands are so big...' Carlyle's large palm pressed firmly on her stomach.
"Seriously, what are you..."
Even as she spoke, an indescribable sensation made her twist her body.
Carlyle's hands and lips conquered Bianca's body. Her small, cute navel, her smooth hips, even the spot under her ribs where her breast began. Even the little mole right there.
"Th-This is weird...! Stop now..."
Bianca bit her lip hard, covering her eyes with her arms. This was really weird! Her body felt more sensitive than before. More embarrassing, head scorching hot, body hairs standing on end.
By then, her white bra had been fully pushed up. Predictable, but Bianca instinctively tried to cover her breasts. Carlyle gently pinned her hands with his own, interlocking their fingers.
Now she couldn't cover her eyes.
"Hngh... seriously..."
So their gazes met fully. But just that ignited a fever in her, and Bianca closed her eyes.
Lick—
And it began. Obsessively, Carlyle played with her breasts.
"Small and pretty."
Small? Bianca felt oddly flustered by that. But Carlyle realized his slip and corrected himself.
"Not really small. Just the right size—pretty."
"Uh, hngh."
She didn't even know why she was flustered, but today both she and Carlyle were acting strange. Unusually obsessive.
Carlyle Schultz kissed around her breasts multiple times, always skirting the center. After it went on for a while, Bianca felt an itch burning.
'What the...' Was he teasing her on purpose? It itched, damn it. Right now.
"H-Hey..."
"What? Something wrong?"
Carlyle's calm reply. But she couldn't say it outright. How could she? 'Why do you keep skirting around it?'
'Ah, damn...' She couldn't say it. The thought made her want to die. Just a little—very ambiguously—unsatisfied. Realizing the cause made her want to die even more. Didn't this make her a total pervert?
She heard Carlyle chuckling. He looked amused. Seeing that, realizing he'd been teasing, Bianca got pissed.
'He knew all along, that jerk...!'
She tried to sit up.
"Ah, enough—!"
As she pushed him away saying it was enough, her stiff, pink nipple slipped into his mouth.
"Hngh!"
Bianca clamped her mouth shut and collapsed back onto the sofa. Carlyle's voice came.
"It's gotten even hotter."
Hotter my ass... But after that, for a long while, he suckled her breast and wouldn't let go.
'Sucking that hard and nothing...' Ah, crazy. Meanwhile, his other hand rubbed her sensitive slit.
"Ang... ahng, w-wait...!"
At this point, Bianca couldn't deny it. That she was hot. This was weird! Too good—she let out desperate moans from her small cherry lips. Her limbs curled, the aching sensation building. Her aching thighs rubbed together desperately.
"You're soaked. Completely."
His hot voice right by her ear, and Bianca desperately denied it.
"N-Nooo...!"
"You always say no. But down here, you're honest."
With those words, she heard it herself. Squish—squish—undeniable wet sounds.
"Hngaaang...! Ahk!"
For some reason, the sound aroused her more, and Carlyle's caresses suddenly sped up. She inevitably reached her first climax.